Where is the old place, a western restaurant? Or H Hotel?
Jian Anran held her phone in both hands, staring blankly at the flashing green bar in the input field, letting her thoughts wander around Luojiang City, and was finally forced to return to class.
When chatting with strangers, she always takes a long time to find her words. She often even sends what she wants to say to herself in the file transfer assistant first, and then forwards them one by one.
Although they have had close contact with each other, they are not really acquaintances.
[Wait for you at the classroom door after class?] The other party asked.
The moment the message popped up, her heart almost stopped. What? What is he doing?
How many people are there in the classroom aisle during recess is not equivalent to directly sending your ID card to the entertainment tabloid and saying: It’s me, it’s me, the protagonist of the story is me!
[Stay far away from the school, you decide the location, what time?] Jian Anran’s thumbs quickly crossed the screen.
【12:30?How about Hotel H?】
【[ok]】She replied with an emoticon.
[Okay, I’ll wait for you at the door after school]
[No need, I’ll go by myself]
When get out of class was about to end, Jian Anran lay next to Ning Beibei's ear and whispered: "I have to go home temporarily for something. You can go and eat by yourself."
Her home is in Luojiang City, and she goes back from time to time. Ning Beibei has long been used to it, so she nodded and started packing her schoolbag.
On the way out of the teaching building, the more Jian Anran thought about it, the more she felt something was wrong. After hesitating for a long time, she turned back to the dormitory and changed her clothes.
This morning before class, I met Wen Siheng in the elevator at work, wearing his usual white shirt and black trousers, and carrying a briefcase.
We met several times, and it seemed that no matter what the occasion, he always wore this serious outfit.
Thinking about my white T-shirt and jeans, it is somewhat inappropriate to go to a place like Hotel H during dinner time.
As soon as she left school, Jian Anran immediately reached out and hailed a taxi. She didn't finish class until almost twelve o'clock. Considering the distance between the school and the city center, it should be more than enough to make the appointment at 12:30.
But she had just returned to the dormitory to change clothes and wasted a little time. She couldn't even hold back and ran all the way from the dormitory to the school gate.
It’s not that I desperately want to see the familiar stranger on the other side of the screen. It’s just that if I’m late to talk about such a matter of life and death and the future, I feel like I’m losing momentum.
The taxi drove straight to the hotel lobby door just like that day. The waiter immediately came to open the door for her. Jian Anran secretly sighed that it was indeed a five-star hotel.
She strives to maintain her integrity and wrap herself in a persona that is well-informed and not surprised.
There was no one in the hotel lobby at noon on weekdays. Wen Siheng, who was sitting on the sofa in the corner waiting, immediately saw the figure at the door.
He put down the coffee in his hand, stood up naturally and walked to her side, like an old friend he had known for a long time.
"Hello, Teacher Wen." She smiled, specifically reminding the other party of the huge identity gap between them, and immediately distanced the two of them.
"Classmate Jane doesn't seem to be wearing these clothes this morning."
Wen Siheng didn't seem to pay attention to the little thoughts hidden in her words. He glanced at her skirt, which was a white eight-point chiffon skirt and a black suit jacket.
She was stunned for a moment and didn't react.
There was no eye contact between him and her in the elevator in the morning, and she thought Wen Siheng would not notice such a small detail. Jian Anran's mind went blank for a moment and she could not answer the conversation.
"It's beautiful." The other party added nonchalantly.
Jian Anran deliberately slowed down and followed Wen Siheng, getting on the elevator one after another.
Although there should be no students from Los Angeles University entering or leaving H Hotel at this time, there is a bloody precedent, and it still occupies a place on the hot search list today.
In broad daylight, students and professors were found entering and leaving the hotel together, which confirmed the unclear relationship between them.
After suffering the loss of the mirrored elevator door last time, this time Jian Anran didn't dare to peek at each other through the mirrored door no matter what. She lowered her head and stared at the toes of her shoes.
"Good afternoon, would you like to have lunch?" The staff came up and asked as soon as the elevator door opened.
"I made an appointment yesterday, my surname is Wen."
"Mr. Wen, right? You two, please come with me here."
The restaurant of the five-star hotel seems not to be affected by the working day. The seats in the lobby are already filled with well-dressed people, and the sound of clinking knives and forks can be heard from time to time amid low-frequency conversations like white noise.
It is located next to the window with an excellent view. The floor-to-ceiling windows offer a view of Luojiang City’s famous river, with cars passing by on the criss-crossing viaducts.
Jian Anran immediately realized that she was a little lamb that had strayed into the tiger's den. Although she had almost never been to such a place, this position could not be reserved within just an hour or two.
Countless conjectures flashed through my mind, but in the end they always came back to the same thought - the other party had already seen the message but didn't want to reply.
Recalling the sleepless night she held her cell phone, Jian Anran felt a little bitter. Sure enough, under the absolute authority, even the hottest scandals could be laughed off.
"Just order whatever you like." The other party always maintained meticulous politeness.
The menu has dish names in Chinese, English and French, but there are no prices or any pictures.
"I'd like a creamy pasta, thank you." Jane Anran tried hard to pick out the most basic and possibly the most affordable staple food from a row of unfamiliar names.
"Aren't you going to order something else?" Wen Siheng asked, "Where's the drink?"
Jian Anran shook his head and waved the water the waiter had just poured at the person in front of him.
"I originally made an appointment with my friends here in advance. I only saw your message this morning. I'm sorry." The other party explained.
She once felt that the other party was like a powerful wizard who could see through her own thoughts without even using a crystal ball.
After a slight "hmm", the person opposite couldn't help but ask.
"Do you have a bad taste in wine?"
"Huh?" She was confused by this sudden question.
"You look like a different person without drinking."
At the beginning of the lanterns, the flood of the erotic scene of rubbing one's hair on the temples rushed through the dusty gate of memories. Jian Anran's face turned red all the way to the roots of her ears. It was not that she had changed without drinking, but that she was not like her after drinking alcohol.
Rather, it looks like a flirtatious little wild cat.
"Didn't we come here to talk about business?" Before the flood washed away the reason downstream, she tried hard to bring the topic of derailment back to the railway.
"Well, you haven't answered me yet, what do you think?" Wen Siheng threw the time bomb back into his hand again.
Jian Anran grabbed the water glass at hand and pretended to be calm and drank some water to moisten her throat.
"If the worst happens, just drop out of school. It won't matter if you come back for another year..." Her upper and lower lips opened, and her voice became weaker and weaker.
"Do you think this matter can be solved in another year?"
Hitting the point directly, Jian Anran felt like a stick in her throat. The other party was as rational as a third party watching the matter, and his calm tone did not have any emotional ups and downs.
She tried hard to control her line of sight within the range between his eyebrows to maintain the illusion that she was eye-to-eye with him. Her brain had stopped working, and her heart was in a mess. She searched hard but couldn't find an unknotted thread.
line.
"Eh? Why is Teacher Wen here too?" A sweet voice came from behind. In Jian Anran's auditory system, it was like a death knell ringing in a church, implying that her death was imminent.
Finally it was witnessed by someone, and it was confirmed on the peach news board.
